Dec 18, 2019
7 min read
Remembering My Mama at Christmastime
Honoring our rituals is perhaps the best medicine for a broken heart
A few weeks before Christmas in 2002, lung cancer won, and I lost Mama. What remains are the memories I shared with her and all of the love she poured into me.
The scent of collard greens, seasoned with smoked ham hocks, is enough to send me back to Thanksgiving…
